Chapter Thirty One
As the john opened the motel door for her, Socorro wondered why she was feeling nervous about him. T.R. had a lot of class.
But maybe that’s what’s weird, she thought as she walked into the room. What kind of classy john would pick up a streetwalker? Wasn’t he more of the escort or call girl type?
When he had picked her up, she’d actually thought he would want her services right there in the car like some johns did. Instead he had driven her all the way outside of Phoenix, saying he wanted to find some peace and quiet. He’d brought her to this motel near a small town, renting a room in the back part of the building. From what she had seen there was nothing behind the place but desert.
She wasn’t completely comfortable with the set-up. For one thing, she wouldn’t be a
